From fears door
Seven months of membership approach this month’s end and I think hard about what I have to show for it.
While I am esthetic over what Medium calls followers, I like to think of them as friends, but I also worry.
I am happy in knowing my content has improved overall and grateful for the help I have received from a few special people.
I am not quite as impressed in other areas of my stay. E.G.: Never being curated, gone viral, or gathered much attention for a single of my share pieces.
I am concerned, there I said it, um well more like wrote it but you catch my drift.
Mostly because I don’t know what that means and naturally think the worst.
Being a tiny fish in one of the world’s oceans is nerve-racking. Compounding the issue is my confidence level and overall ignorance of the industry.
My little mind conjures up the perfect storm against my dreams because I have not learned to see what my new life will be like.
Sound familiar?, of course it does, I believe it to be a common affliction among those who write. Yes, I intentionally did not use the W-word, mostly because I don’t feel the part of the writer yet.
I believe we all have our mental snap-shot of what it means to be a writer, and for me, I suspect I will not feel comfy until a few books and/or novels bear my name.
What to do about nothing, that is it in a nutshell, isn’t it?
My guess is if the author Gods sent word of wisdom they would merely say ‘Keep Writing’.
So for the moment, I will add to the nearly 600 shares you have managed to live through.